Just a man, on a mission, in his knickerbockers, to get some local, sustainably-sourced, organic grapefruits for his Uncle Benny's campfire.
Category: The Backyard
Hallows of Feeling
"I sat on my couch, listening to the sounds of gunshots and screams of people getting eaten alive on the sidewalk below, just trying to make it all feel real."
Collecting Dust
A love letter to my collection, and yours - may we never stop searching and growing.
Forgotten Whispers
Inspired by observations in the San Francisco Bay Area.
The Jingle Jangle of Change
All that seems to move is the illusion of time, never finding the strength to adapt.
Not Yet
Oh, they'll never know how I reached out just like so. Perhaps it's time to go. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet...
Melting
Time and reality keep slipping, slipping, melting away...
